Thoughts

Everyone among us has done this at some point in their life; I am confident of that. The specifics will differ person to person and situation to situation, but the broad idea remains universal. There are sometimes that either due to sleepiness, or being preoccupied, that we do something we would normally only due when alone...in public. Sometimes being seen is trivial, other times it can be highly embarrassing.

I am not one to embarrass easily, but I can say that it was at least a little awkward yesterday as I was accidentally swept off my feet by some song on the internet radio. To the disappointment of a reader or two, I did not come out of my chair, but I will qualify the little head bob I did as "dancing" as I lip sync'd? lip sanc? lip synched? sang along volumelessly. Lost in song I did not notice the coworker walking towards the GIANT WINDOW of my office. He just watched as he went past and smiled a "you are truly a putz" smile and went on his way. No skin off my back really, but as I said it was at least a little awkward.

Another instance, today I spent my lunch hour at the barbershop getting my ears lowered. While in "the chair", there was one waiting and he had a copy of today's newspaper. Left page in left hand. Right page in right hand. Having held a newspaper open, you are familiar with how fickle the crease in the paper can be. This gentleman managed, with little effort, to upset the crease. Remember, left hand...right hand... This guy pulled the paper closer and stuck his neck out and helped fix the crease in the paper with his face! I'VE DONE THAT!! I cannot tell you how much better I feel for having witnessed another human being employ this move to fold his newspaper. You have been there, if you release one hand or the other, pages will fall. There is no table in front of you on which to place the newspaper so you are left to improvise. Like a hatchling poking through his egg, you use your face to fix your newspaper. I imagined the most high powered CEO or a world leader, someone who commands respect, fixing his newspaper this same way and all was right with the world.

It is as if he brought validation to my existence. Obviously I imposed upon this man each and every idiosyncrasy of mine and made them ours so if just for a minute I was a little less...different. Then I had to take them back, they're what make me me, right?